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Sunday, June 16, 2013

can you see me, papa?

are you watching me?can you see the wayi walk and stand,telling othersthat you are my beginning?i can still see those hands...wringing and gripping,as you ponderedover things,that wouldbecome my concern,later in life.i can still hearyour laughter,when i watchthe same thingswe watchedwhen i was knee high.yet now it comes from deep within my soul.a booming, riotousimitationwhich sometimesbrings tearsto my eyes.we neverwent fishing,tossed a ball around,or evenshared a drinkas men...all the thingsthat fathers and sonsattempt to experience.yet what you did givewasa lifetime of learningand fond memoriesthat i still cherisheternally.can you see me papa?am i the man you wanted me to be?sometimes,i wring my hands too,and wish,with all my hearti could see younod your headin approval...